"Impossible, all the faith I absorb is converted into my own power, it cannot cause me any negative effects."
The Cicada Ancestor's massive body lay on the ground in pain. A strange transformation was occurring within it, a sensation the Cicada Ancestor had experienced once before—when it climbed out of its chrysalis…
Charlie said with a smile, "You are correct. You do possess this heaven-blessed talent, which is why you are the one and only Faith Devourer."
"However, for two thousand years, this cross has been secretly weakening this talent of yours, and the final Crown of Thorns has completely reversed it. From now on, no matter what sect's faith you absorb, it will be converted into the faith power of the Church of Creation!"
"At this moment, both your body and the faith power within you belong to the Church of Creation!"
"Whether you like it or not, you are now the sacred beast of the Church of Creation."
As soon as Charlie finished speaking, the Cicada Ancestor's wings began to shed automatically. Foul-smelling blood flowed from the wounds. Ten giant white wings unfurled from its back, and at the same time, its body changed from blue to milky white.
The colossal cicada, which had originally emanated a fierce aura, now possessed a profound holiness!
Not only the Cicada Ancestor, but also the Blue Cicada Saints and the vast number of cicada-worms, all sprouted pristine white wings.
Witnessing this scene, Charlie's smile grew more unbridled. His plans of over two thousand years were finally reaching completion today.
Although the Church of Creation had paid countless faith power for the Cicada Ancestor, hundreds upon thousands of churches, and the lives of innumerable clergy, even declining from prosperity to ruin two thousand years ago because of it. Sudan Fiction Net.
But it was all worth it!
With this cicada-worm, whose strength was comparable to a disaster-level entity, the Church of Glory would surely be able to thwart the Hunter's Association, reclaim control of this world, and this time, no one could take it away!
Without the obstruction of the Hunter's Association, they could continuously manifest divine miracles, spreading the faith of the Creator to every corner of this world, and establishing a divine kingdom on Earth!
Then Charlie extended his hand, and the three-hundred-meter-tall giant cross slowly shrank to about thirty centimeters in size and fell into Charlie's hand.
The moment the cross entered his grasp, Charlie's aura surged, and his radiance became even purer and more transparent.
To capture the Cicada Ancestor, he had sacrificed the Crown of Thorns, a holy relic personally bestowed by the Creator. However, retrieving this cross made it entirely worthwhile.
While the Crown of Thorns possessed a high status, it was a specialized holy relic for the Cicada Ancestor and merely an adornment in the church on normal occasions. This cross, however, could serve as a sacred artifact for protecting the faith!
With the cross in hand, Charlie was still envisioning a glorious future when his expression suddenly changed. He looked towards the horizon in shock, seeing a hundred-meter demonic spear, shrouded in black mist, charging towards this direction with unstoppable momentum!
The person behind the demonic spear was… the Seraphim, Maiyami!
Charlie considered helping the still-in-progress Cicada Ancestor, but estimating the power of that spear, he knew he wouldn't fare well. Thus, he decided to let the Cicada Ancestor bear it.
The Cicada Ancestor had already broken free, and even if it took the full brunt of this attack, it wouldn't suffer significant harm. Let this foolish fallen angel be the first prey of the Church of Creation's sacred beast!
Maiyami, who was propelling the demonic spear, found herself in a difficult predicament. This move possessed immense power, and once initiated, it could not be stopped without hitting something.
Originally, the Cicada Ancestor was bound to the cross, making it difficult for the spear *not* to hit. But to his surprise, upon reaching the vicinity, he discovered that the Cicada Ancestor had already broken free!
Breaking free was one thing, but the problem was that the Cicada Ancestor had transformed into a creature similar to an angel, and it possessed five pairs, a total of ten, pristine white wings!
Just as the four-winged angel was hesitant to pursue the five-winged Wenwen, Maiyami felt a tremor of fear upon seeing the current Cicada Ancestor. However, the demonic spear could not be stopped; the arrow was already on the string and had to be released.
So, Maiyami steeled her resolve and directly aimed the demonic spear at the Cicada Ancestor, which was painfully prostrate on the ground, and thrust it forward.
The Cicada Ancestor lay on the ground, its tail writhing in pain. This transformation caused immense agony, and it was unable to ascertain its surroundings, only able to writhe in this manner to alleviate the pain.
But suddenly, a pain several times more severe than the transformation erupted from its tail, causing its body to stiffen abruptly. The Cicada Ancestor then turned around, glaring fiercely at Maiyami and emitting an enraged cicada cry.
This cry gouged a trench in the water surface around the Cicada Ancestor.
It had lost all reason. Pure white energy spheres began to appear around it. The pain in its body seemed to diminish. Now, it vowed to pulverize Maiyami into dust!
It was akin to a patient suffering from severe hemorrhoids suddenly receiving a perineal thrust – such an insult could not be swallowed.
Charlie covered his eyes, finding it hard to watch, but he still encouraged the Cicada Ancestor, "Very good, just like that. Kill this evil fallen angel, and I will report your merit to the Creator."
"Sixth Sword Style. Sword Prison."
Xun Ying's voice descended from the clouds. Six colossal swords of light sliced through the clouds and landed on the Cicada Ancestor's wings and torso!
This move had previously captured the true-order hunter Arasaka with ease, but against the enraged Cicada Ancestor, it seemed insufficient. It struggled to lift its body, and the light swords embedded in it shattered one by one.
"Ninth Sword Style. Sword Rain."
Countless long swords condensed from sword energy rained down from the sky, each carrying immense power, making it difficult for the Cicada Ancestor to remain standing for a moment.
"Xun Ying, what are you doing?"
Charlie flew before Xun Ying, questioning him with a blank expression, his anger reaching its peak.
But Xun Ying ignored him, gripped his sword with one hand, and slashed fiercely at the Cicada Ancestor.
"First Sword Style. Mind Sword!"
A sword light that ripped through the sky directly sliced the Cicada Ancestor from head to tail, creating a hundred-meter-long gash on its tough body. Foul-smelling blood once again coated the Cicada Ancestor's entire form.
The Church of Glory was sufficient with one disaster-level entity. With only one, they could help the Hunter's Association share some of the pressure.
However, they did not need a second disaster-level entity, let alone such a powerful monster that had once threatened the entire world.
A strengthened Church of Glory would become a source of chaos. Their doctrines would compel them to compete with the Hunter's Association for dominance, bringing about a great catastrophe to the real world.
Therefore, Xun Ying intended to kill the Cicada Ancestor in its infancy, before it could fully transform into the sacred beast of the Church of Glory.
Unfortunately, Xun Ying's strength was only on par with Maiyami's.
The few sudden sword strikes he had unleashed earlier were already his limit. It would not be easy for him to wound the Cicada Ancestor further.